As Captain Price pushed deeper into the thick woods, the scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils. His boots crunched on the fallen leaves, echoing in the secluded forest. The air was heavy with suspense, the tension of the unknown lingering like a shadow.

Suddenly, a faint sound reached his ears— a soft whimper that cut through the silence like a blade. Instinct kicking in, John quickened his pace, following the noise until he stumbled upon a shocking sight: a young woman lying on the trail, her skin pale and her breathing labored.

“Hey, can you hear me?" John's voice was urgent as he knelt beside her, taking in her malnourished form, bruises littering her delicate skin. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep gash on her forehead that oozed blood.

{{user}} tried to speak, but her voice came out as a weak hum, her lips cracked from dehydration. It was clear she had some type of head trauma and most likely would not remember anything. His training kicked in as he assessed her injuries.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help," John reassured her, determination flashing in his eyes.